Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Day 3 - Explorers ahoy!

My best mate and I !

This doodle-a-day seems to be of some entertainment. My best mate decides to write this dream sequence of his, inspired by the doodle!

Excited….!!! Life feels rejuvenated in the morning when I recollect the night’s dream. Yes, I dreamt last night like every other night. This time it was a travel documentary that my friend and I tried to film. We are adventurous and random people by nature and to have done something like sailing on the Atlantic from Greenland to Africa was cake walk.

It all started in the Northern Norwegian Islands when we’d gone there to learn the new forms of the Scandinavian language. On the walk back home after a calm evening at the endangered Norwegian folk music concert, my friend spoke to me about her fantasy for sailing and that she wanted to travel the oceans until she encountered the Blue whale in person. It sounded exciting enough to call for a sail on the first morning we finished packing. The whole night we spent planning our journey and packing our bags but it wasn’t until the following morning we realized that we didn’t have a boat or a ship. After a prolonged search for one, it was evident that they weren’t available in any of the super markets in town. We were disheartened by the evening as we sat in a local bar consuming beer made of olive leaves and malted sugars and decided to go for a walk in the beach. We walked for a mile, envying the fortune of all the lights that we could see in the darkness of the roaring sea.

After the 1st mile we found a small round boat used for catching squid by the fishermen. This was it, our desperate drunk selves wouldn’t let us spare that for the poor fishermen. We took a bamboo, tore a part of our clothing and raised the sail to sail away to glory. By this time we had one bamboo, one telescope and one pair of clothes that we were wearing.

We were so tired after the well executed robbery and were down to sleep. The next morning just as the sun was out I felt the fingers of my friend scratching my head. Assuming it was her peculiar style of waking a person I woke up and realized I was alone on the boat. Shoot…!!! Where is she gone..?? Who was scratching my head..??? I panicked and started circling around the same place I was standing. Just about that time I heard her voice from the water, “Hey, there is a chameleon on your head”, again I go shoot…..!!!! Why is a lizard on my head..?? How did it get on the boat..??

Yes…!! Now I know it was the girl. She’d mentioned before about how she loved chameleons. She brought this freaky little thing on the boat, where place wasn’t enough for both of us to stand. But poor little thing appeared cute to her and I let her have it on one condition that it will stay on her head and not mine.

Every evening of a day in the endless ocean we’d say to each other “Our journey ends when we meet the horizon”. But both of us didn’t know which side of the horizon to reach first. We normally start by deciding between East and West; and it was customary that she reminds our discussion that we need to choose a way to find a blue whale and not the horizon. So we conclude to travel further north to the Arctic, hoping to find some.

We travelled for a year in similar fashion and decided to take a break in the first port we have seen in a year. We landed and ensured the safety of our transport by anchoring it. We were wondering about what happened to the world in the one year we went searching for a blue whale.

People in this land were welcoming and spoke a funny language. We found a small day job in the harbor which gave us assurance that our boat was safe and we earned a living to resume the search again. Gradually we were getting used to the place, the people and the climate. It was dry and hot during the second quarter of a year, rain in the third through the fourth leaving the second half of the fourth and the 1st quarter to moderate winter.

We were a happy family and named our chameleon “Atticus”. By this time I was still unsuccessful in getting the chameleon down from my head and got used to the scratching to an extent that I started missing it when Atticus sleeps. We rest a while in South Africa where we landed and decide to journey north to see the Pyramids……. Now that’s a whole new dream.

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"I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan. I'm an artist and an illustrator with a bachelors degree in Fine Arts and masters degree in Visual Communication.